Wednesday, November 5, 2025

 


Alone ≠ Lonely

rain drips down the window
like a quiet heartbeat
of the world breathing beside me

the sky unravels—
grey, soft, infinite—
and I dissolve into it

footsteps echo, then slowly fade,
returns softly as memory

in the hush between drops

in the soft, silent pauses

I find myself
WHOLE

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